turbulence

There is a disturbance in my being when I smile

I can feel it every time my thoughts I try to compile

Am I here or am  I so far gone that I won’t return?

Is it that I want to, is it that I am just having a yearn?

I will say just one thing

I need a good horny fling!

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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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